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Caine, Hall, Sir, 1853-1931

"The Shadow of a Crime A Cumbrian Romance"

He's
always in a ponder, ponder, with his mouth open--except when he's
grindin' his teeth. I hate to see a man walking about like a haystack.
And Robbie used to have so much fun once on a time."
The tears were stealing up to Liza's eyes again.
"He can't forget what happened on the fell with the mare--that was a
fearful thing, Liza."
"Father says it's 'cause Robbie had the say over it all; but Joe Garth
says it comes of Robbie sticking himself up alongside of Ralph Ray.
What a genty one Robbie used to be!"
Liza's face began to brighten at some amusing memories.
"Do you mind Reuben Thwaite's merry night last winter at Aboon Beck?"
"I wasn't there, Liza," said Rotha.
"Robbie was actin' like a play-actor, just the same as he'd seen at
Carlisle. He was a captain, and he murdered a king, and then he was
made king himself, and the ghost came and sat in his chair at a great
feast he gave. Lord o' me! but it was queer. First he came on when he
was going to do the murder and let wit he saw a dagger floating before
him.


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